Spiritual

An Anzala Fahsha Mystery

a sonnet

Foam-flecked tendrils of salt-water-thoughts
Eagerly fingering the sands of the dream-like shores.
Grasping the bright silica flashes of intuition
And pulling them into the pulsing deeps

You bizzare creature
(so out-cast in this day and age):
in pretentious democracies you are oft misconstrued
as a one-sided monster of cruelty and rage

No doubt you are genuinely dangerous,

Every second is
A second
Of value
Every moment
Someone's dream comes true

Every minute is
A minute
Of fascination
Every moment
Someone's world seems bright

Every hour is
An hour

Daybreak brings a hope so grand;
Only in our torn dreams brier roses
Untangling do we begin to understand?
What sparkle in the shadows composes
The lyrics on the wind quietly broken

When You’ve Got It All

When you know you’ve got it all
Why do you want more?
What’s wrong with your existence?
You view pleasure as a chore?
A round of roles and duties

Calvary Cross

The time has come and I must leave
Force my burden up the hill
The crowd unsure: I start, I stop
Drag my cross by force of will

Last resting place in blazing sun

Sometimes I want to become a farmer.
Not because my ancestors were farmers
And I’m supposed to have it in my blood,
Nor is it because I’ve lived on a farm
And the experience inspired me.

Do you see the sinuous curve?
Do you see the coquette twirl in me?
Do you see how I reach out both ways?
Look both ways?
But still I look back to one.

And yet, and yet, I hold the

Samwise or Samson?

sonnet

NONET

A nonet has nine lines. The first line has nine syllables,
the second line eight syllables, the third line seven syllables, etc...
until line nine that finishes with one syllable.

*A/N: PROFANITY contained within.
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stop inflicting your reality on me
catholic protestant jewish islamic bureaucracy
of belief
that isn't mine

a dark piece

I have no definition of the nature of the story, its made to be open to input, let me know how you find it, cheers.

Starburst

I like to walk alone with incandescent
stars of lemon-yellow bodies sown with
prisms of blue, where I am moved to
tears by the experience of such beauty.

a variation of haiku

Traced the scrawl where bony fingers
picked out each patchwork rut and row

How do you make such beauty?
When I am stilled and breathless of a new sight I see.
Something surprised me and set me free,
Something worth more than gold as touched me,